You seen the days when the roads were death
And the fires burned right to the brim
And the bike you rode to school now it rests
And your story begins

You read your fair share of books
You tied your lace a thousand times
And you saw the good in the worst of the crooks
And your story begins
And your story begins

The sun it burns so I jump right in
I felt the cold sea kiss my skin
I turned around and you were gone
And I'm thinking of you, thinking of you

Old friend, where you headed for now?
Old friend, where you headed for now?

Window frames of old pictures of you
And the tree outside appears on end
And you seen the good in the seam of the crop
And your story begins 
And your story begins

The sun it burns so I jump right in
I felt the cold sea kiss my skin
I turned around and you were gone
And I'm thinking of you, can't stop thinking of you

Old friend, where you headed for now?
Old friend, where you headed for now?
Old friend, where you headed for now?
Old friend, where you headed for now?